We met to plan the final details for Mr. Gale’s in the Gale Family home.
It was the beginning of fall and the leaves had just started to drop from the trees.
” Just treat it like any other tradition Funeral, ” his wife told me on the day we planned Mr. Gale’s funeral. ” Flowers, candles maybe someone can read poem and can you recommend a Minster? I suppose we need one of those.”
I assured her I could see to all of these details.
” I am so glad to hear that Irene, this is such a trying time you know.”
” I do and I’m very glad I could help.”
Mrs. Gale leaned over and whispered into my ear. ” I am curious dear, how it came that you decided to become-” she was at a loss for the word which is not unusual in times like this.
I patted her arm. ” It’s the family business.”
Mrs. Gale got up and smoothed her hair and then walked over to her husband’s casket and put her gloved hand on it, somewhat cautiously. ” Oh Dear, I almost forgot. Music. Can we have music-”
The thudding and screaming resumed from inside the sealed casket.
” In case he starts up with that again ” sighed the soon to be widow.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Identical